On Patriarchal watch the feminine is on trial – crimes noted, abetted, intervention and consequence murdered – suspects ride a pendulum where witnesses are criminal and the vulnerable run no peace to be had while justice sleeps.
Who ghosts desire? I long for a kiss, my glass belly ice & concrete clouding our porcelain peace. A good woman lingers, then after voices joy I, marble angel, let men like father, with grass on their hand, pat eternity, the door sheer, timely, Life! (Disclaimer: Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry. The […]
Sunshine breezes in golden wings deposit joy – ripples renewal. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wind/ ripple. Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Image from personal collection.)
